POV: Wei Lingyun
Sure... Wei Lingyun had driven through worse traffic in his life, but never traffic that was actively trying to kill him.
The streets were nothing short of pure chaos.
Abandoned vehicles blocked intersections at angles that screamed panic or death. The doors were left open, the engines were still running, and the belongings of the occupants were scattered across pavement like the people had simply stopped existing mid-action.
He took side streets, back roads, anything that looked remotely clear, his hands tight on the wheel while his mind worked through the impossibility of what he was seeing.
In front of him was noting short of a swarm of bodies that moved wrong.
That was the only way to describe it.
